Текст песни Ageism - Public Enemy

Can't see you no more
When life flies by (Uh, ageism)
Death knocks on the door (Drums, what the fuck is wrong now?)

I been that age that ain't never been mine (Ayy)
People don't dance no more, they A.I
Watchin', noddin', starin' at the dance floor
So what y'all think these drums are for?
Left, right, body your stereo
At least skate that ass, got your cardio
This where they play on your radio
What's that, YouTube? Means a video
Samples cleared, so have no fear
Songs that mean somethin' or else they outta here
Talkin' loud, sayin' nothin', you know the steez
C-Doc is Brian Eno, next beat, please
You got to get it good, y'all, come on

Ageism, stuck in the bitterverse
Get up and pretend that shit don't hurt
Pharma farmin' out to one big purse
What the f—? I wanna get reimbursed
Ageism, stuck in the bitterverse
Get up and pretend that shit don't hurt
Pharma farmin' out to one big purse
What the f—? I wanna get reimbursed

Uh, uh
Oh, yeah
Hey, get down

Rhyme gymnastics, nasty, I'm 6'4"
Not in height, it's the age and stage I fight
Father Time ain't ever lost, voice or earthquake
Don't forget Mother Nature's still a boss
See black planet they fear
Y'all lucky if y'all even get here
Black don't crack, but it can die
Rhymes ain't got nothin', can't answer questions why
If you gonna get down without thinkin'
Old-age pelons smokin', drinkin'
Park the Lincoln, I'm tellin' my ageism
Shit is worse than racism, call your mama
Yo, Chuck, they don't even understand

Ageism, stuck in the bitterverse
Get up and pretend that shit don't hurt
Pharma farmin' out to one big purse
What the f—? I wanna get reimbursed
Ageism, stuck in the bitterverse
Get up and pretend that shit don't hurt
Pharma farmin' out to one big purse
What the f—? I wanna get reimbursed (Yeah)

This the curmudgeon clap, call it Armageddon rap
Now believe the heathens swore real money was a church of crack
Forty years later, wild child tried to style that
TV shows and movies, damn, I'ma call it wack
White execs gettin' checks tryna bring it back
Green light in these dark-ass times
That's why I'm spittin' these old-ass rhymes
Mongrels still sell it as a glory time
Watchin' black moguls catchin' jail time
Impeach the government before even startin' it
Followin' bots like a piece of Doublemint
Diss your sister like they dissed your mama
'47 The president, but I voted for Kamala

These are the times
That have gone far behind
These are the ones
You see life when it's done (The bitterverse, come on)

I'm sixty-five, partially blind in one eye
Got the nerve to compare me to another damn time
I'm runnin' the same goddamn thing you runnin'
Up the side of my mouth, but you young gunnin'?
With no excuse, so y'all better
I'ma sit down and watch while you fuck around and find out
And run into a go-getter
Tell Maria I'ma write this letter
I don't drink what you drink, I don't smoke what you smoke
In fact, I don't drink at all, but I could drown in waterfalls
Pharmaceuticals out for you and I only rub alcohol
Funeral homes waitin' for my final call
I don't dig what you dig, I don't pick up your slang (Yo)
Enough of the old bitterverse, I can't hang (Haha)

Ow (Yo)
Yo (Yo, what's gon' happen after this?)
Man (Yo, what you—)
You ready to do somethin'? What?
You ready to do a lil' somethin'?